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SONGS 

of  the 

SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS 

u.  s. 


Issued  by  the 

Commissions  on  Training  Camp  Activities 
of  the  Army  and  Navy  Departments 


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f7  see  America  go  singing  to  her  Destiny. " 

\VALT  WHITM 


CONTENTS. 


Page. 

Abide  with  Me 46 

Aloha  Oe 29 

America 2 

America  the  Beautiful 15 

Annie  Laurie 42 

Auld  Lang  Syne 43 

Battle  Cry  of  Freedom 11 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic 9 

Carry  Me" Back  to  Old  Virginny 44 

Come  Thou  Almighty  King. 48 

Dixie ". 42 

Farewell  to  the  Warriors 51 

Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me,  The 37 

Going  Back  H-O-M-E 24 

Good  Morning,  Mr.  Zip-Zip-Zip 31 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy 48 

Home  Road,  The 19 

How  Can  I  Leave  Thee 45 

How  Firm  a  Foundation 50 

Hymn  of  Free  Russia 13 

I  Don't  Care  Where  They  Send  Me 24 

I'll  Wed  the  Girl  I  Left  Behind 24 

I  May  be  Gone  for  a  Long,  Long  Time 23 

Indiana 25 

Joan  of  Arc 18 

Keep  the  Home  Fires  Burning 21 

Life  on  the  Ocean  Wave,  A 35 


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4  CONTENTS. 

Page. 

Li'l  Liza  Jane 26 

Lookout  Mountain 26 

Love's  Old  Sweet  Song 43 

March,  March 16 

Marseillaise.  La 12 

Mother  Machree 27 

My  Hero 28 

Nancy  Lee 33 

Nearer  My  God  To  Thee 46 

Now  the  Day  is  Over 48 

O  God  Our  Help  in  Ages  Past 50 

Off  for  France 17 

Old  Black  Joe 41 

Old  Folks  at  Home 40 

Old  Kentucky  Home 41 

Old  Oaken  Bucket 40 

Onward  Christian  Soldiers 47 

Out  on  the  Deep 34 

Over  There 22 

Pack  Up  Your  Troubles  in  Your  Old  Kit-Bair 21 

Perfect  Day,  A 27 

Pull  Away 38 

Red,  White,  and  Blue,  The 10 

Rise  Crowned  with  Light 49 

Sailing 36 

Send  Me  a  Curl 23 

Silver  Threads  Among  the  Gold 44 

Soldiers'  Farewell 4G 

Son  of  God  Goes  Forth  to  War,  The 42 

Stammering  Song 23 

Star-Spangled  Banner 7 

Sunshine  of  Your  Smile,  The 

Sweet  Genevieve '. 45 

There's  a  Long  Long  Trail 20 

These  Things  Shall  Be 14 


CONTENTS.  5 

Page. 
They  Made  it  Twice  as  Nice  as  Paradise  and  They 

Called  It  Dixieland  (Parody  on) 30 

Three  Fishers  Went  Sailing 39 

Tulip  and  Rose 29 

When  Johnny  Comes  Marching  Home 25 

When  the  Great  Red  Dawn  is  Shining 22 

Words  to  the  Army  Trumpet  Calls 31 

Y&akaHula 29 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 


Issued  by  the  Commissions  on  Training  Camp  Activities  of 
the   Army   and   Navy   Departments. 


1.  THE  STAR-SPANGLED  BANNER. 

(B  flat.) 

Oh,  say,  can  you  see,  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 
What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last 

gleaming? 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars,  thro'  the  clouds 

of  the  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched,  were  so  gallantly 

streaming? 

And  the  rockets'  red  glare,  the  bombs  bursting  in  air, 

Gave  proof  thro'  the  night  thfttxrar  flag  was  still  there. 

Oh,  say,  does  that  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the 

brave? 

Oh,  thus  be  it  ever  when  freedmen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  homes  and  the  war's  desola- 
tion; 
Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace,  may  the  heav'n-rescued 

land 
Praise  the  Pow'r  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us 

a  nation. 

Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 
And  this  be  our  motto :  "  In  God  is  our  trust !  " 

And   the  star-spangled  banner   in   triumph   shall 

wave 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the 
brave ! 

7 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOES. 
2.  AMERICA. 


My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Swe-at  land  of  liberty,, 

Of  thee  I  sing: 
Land  where  my  fathers  died  f 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride  ! 
From  ev'ry  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring! 

My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love: 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break  — 

The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.         9 

3,  BATTLE  HYMN   OF  THE  REPUBLIC. 

(B   flat.) 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the 

Lord ; 
He  is  trampling  cut  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of 

wrath  are  stored ; 
He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible 

swift  sword ; 

His  truth  is  marching  on. 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah ! 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

I   have  seen   Him   in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hundred 

/  circling  camps ; 
They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evening  dews 

and  damps; 
I  can  read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and 

flaming  lamps ; 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah !  etc. 

He  hath  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never 
call  retreat; 

He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  judg- 
ment seat. 

Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul  ,to  answer  Him !  be  jubilant, 
my  feet ! 

Our  God  is  marching  on. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah !  etc. 


10      SONGS  OP  THE  SOLDIEES  A2TB  SMLOES. 


4.  THE  RED,  WHITE,  AND  BLUE. 

(A  flat.) 

O  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

A  world  offers  homage  to  thee. 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue! 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue! 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue ! 

Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue! 

The  star-spangled  banner  bring  hither, 
O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave, 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither, 

Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave: 
May  thy  service,  united  ne'er  sever, 

But  hold  to  their  colors  so  true ; 
The  army  and  navy  forever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue! 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue ! 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue ! 

The  army  and  navy  forever, 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue ! 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       11 

5.  BATTLE  CRY  OF  FREEDOM. 

(A  flat.) 

Yes,  we'll  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  we'll  rally  once 

again, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ! 
We  will  rally  from  the  hillside,  we'll  rally  from  the 

plain, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ! 
The  Union  forever,  hurrah,  boys,  hurrah! 
Down  with  the  traitor  and  up  with  the  stars ! 
"While  we  rally  round  the  flag,  boys,  rally  once 

again, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom. 

"We  are  springing  to  the  call  of  our  brothers  gone 

before, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  freedom ! 
And  we'll  fill  the  vacant  ranks  with  a  million  free- 
men more, 

Shouting  the  battla  cry  of  freedom ! 
The  Union  forever,  hurrah,  boys,  hurrah !  etc. 


12      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIESS  AND  SAILOES. 


6.  LA  MARSEILLAISE. 

(A   flat.) 

Arise,  ye  children  of  the  nation, 
The  clay  of  glory  now  is  here! 
See  the  hosts  of  dark  oppression 
Their  blood-stained  banners  rear, 
Their  blood-stained  banners  rear ! 
Do  ye  not  heed?  roaring  the  tyrants  go, 

Scattering  homes  and  peace; 

Our  sons,  our  comrades  face  the  foe, 

The  wounds  of  war  increase. 

To  arms !  Ye  warriors  all ! 

Your  bold  battalions  call! 

March  on,  ye  free ! 
Death  shall  be  ours, 
Or  glorious  liberty ! 

REFRAIN. 

Aux  arnaes,  citoyens ! 
Formes  vos  bataillons  I 
Marchons,  marchons ! 
Qu'nn  sang  impur 
Abreuve  nos  sillons! 

(Copyright,  1917,  by  G.  Schirmer.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAIIOES.       ia 


7.  THE  HYMN  OF  FREE  RUSSIA. 

.Young  Russia,  hail,  victorious! 

All  praise  we  chant  to  thee ! 
Amid  the  nations,  glorious, 

Thou  standest,  proud  and  free ! 
Ko  tyrant  shall  enslave  thee, 

Thy  sun  arises  bright ; 
All  hail  to  those  who  gave  thee 

New  Freedom's  sacred  light. 

Young  Russia,  hail,  victorious! 

All  praise  we  chant  to  thee ! 
Amid  the  nations,  glorious. 

Thou  standest,  proud  and  free; 
A  song  of  countless  voices 

Resounds  from  shore  to  shore, 
The  Russian  folk  rejoices 

With  Freedom  evermore. 

Young  Russia,  hail,  victorious! 

All  praise  we  chant  to  thee ! 
Amid  the  nations,  glorious, 

Thou  standest,  proud  and  free ! 

(Copyright,  1917,  by  G.  Schinccr.) 


14      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 


8.  THESE  THINGS  SHALL  BE. 

(A  flat.) 

These  things  shall  be!    A  loftier  race 

Than  e'er  the  world  hath  known  shall  rise, 
With  flame  of  freedom  in  their  souls 

And  light  of  knowledge  in  their  eyes, 
Nation  with  nation,  land  with  land, 

Unarmed  shall  live  as  comrades  free, 
In  ev'ry  heart  and  brain  shall  throb 

The  pulse  of  one  fraternity. 

New  arts  shall  bloom,  of  loftier  mold, 

And  mightier  music  thrill  the  skies; 
And  ev'ry  life  shall  be  a  song. 

When  all  the  earth  is  paradise. 
There  shall  be  no  more  sin  nor  shame, 

Tho'  pain  and  passion  may  not  die, 
For  man  shall  be  at  one  with  God 

In  bonds  of  firm  necessity. 

(Copyright,  1917,  by  G.  Schirmer.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       15 
9.  AMERICA,  THE  BEAUTIFUL. 

O  beautiful  for  spacious  skies, 

For  amber  waves  of  grain, 
For  purple  mountain  majesties 

Above  the  fruited  plain ! 
America !  America ! 

God  shed  His  grace  on  thee 
And  crown  thy  good  with  brotherhood 

From  sea  to  shining  sea ! 

O  beautiful  for  pilgrim  feet, 

Whose  stern,  impassioned  stress 
A  thoroughfare  for  freedom  beat 

Across  the  wilderness ! 
America  !  America ! 

God  mend  thine  ev'ry  flaw. 
Confirm  thy  soul  in  self-control, 

Thy  liberty  in  law ! 

O  beautiful  for  heroes  proved 

In  liberating  strife, 
Who  more  than  self  their  country  loved, 

And  mercy  more  than  life ! 
America !  America  ! 

May  God  thy  gold  refine, 
Till  all  success  be  nobleness, 

And  ev'ry  gain  divine ! 

O  beautiful  for  patriot  dream 

That  sees  beyond  the  years 
Thine  alabaster  cities  gleam, 

Undimm'd   by  human   tears! 
America !  America  ! 

God  shed  His  grace  on  thee 
And  crown  thy  good  with  brotherhood 

From  sea  to  shining  sea  ! 

(Used  by  permission  of  Katherine  Lee  Bates.) 

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16      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

10.  MARCH!     MARCHI 

(Efiat.) 

March,  march,  march,  march! 

March,  comrades,  march  along, 
March,  march,  march,  march! 

March,  a  hundred  million  strong! 
On  through  dark  and  battle's  roar, 
On  where  none  has  dared  before, 
On  to  pay  the  ages'  score: 

March,  march,  march! 
Forward,  comrades, 
March,  march,  forever, 
Up  with  the  break  of  day, 
Out  on  the  trackless  way, 
Ours  the  will  that  must  and  can, 
Ours  to  crown  creation's  plan, 
Ours  to  win  the  world  for  man: 

March,  comrades,  march ! 

March,  march,  march,  march! 

March,  comrades,  march  along. 
March,  march,  march,  march, 

March,  a  hundred  million  strong! 
Prince  of  Peace,  uphold  our  trust, 
Though  we  face  the  battle  thrust; 
Fight  we  shall  while  fight  we  must: 

March,  march,  march ! 
Forward,  comrades, 
March,  march,  forever, 
Up  with  the  break  of  day, 
Out  on  the  trackless  way, 
Love  to  hate  shall  never  yield 
While  the  sword  of  God  we  wield; 
On  to  Armageddon's  field : 

March,  comrades,  march! 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEES  AND  SAILORS.      17 

March,  march,  march,  march! 

March,  comrades,  march  along, 
March,  march,  march,  march, 

March,  a  hundred  million  strong ! 
One  in  vision,  one  in  will, 
We  shall  carry  Zion's  hill, 
God  is  in  His  heaven  still : 
March,  march,  march! 
Forward,  comrades, 
March,  march,  forever, 
Up  with  the  break  of  day, 
Out  on  the  trackless  way,    ^ 
Ours  the  heart  to  dare  and  do, 
Ours  the  Promised  Land  to  view, 
Ours  to  build  the  world  anew : 

March,  comrades,  march ! 

<Copyright,  1916.  by  G.  Schinner.) 

11.  OFF  FOR  FRANCE. 

(G.) 

We're  needed  now  in  Europe,  and  we  plan  a  little  trip. 
We  do  not  dare  to  give  the  date  or  mention  name  of 

ship. 
We'll  take  a  loaf  of  bread  with  us  for  rations  while 

we're  gone, 
And  Hoover  will  be  pleased  with  us,  because  it's  made 

of  corn. 

So  we  must  go  away, 
We're  off  for  France  to-day. 

We're  off  for  France  to  take  a  chance  for  the  U.  S.  A. 
We're  going  to  take  a  little  chance, 
We're  going  to  France ! 
We're  going  to  try  a  little  run, 
To  get  our  duty  done, 
To  have  a  little  fun. 
We  mean  to  clear  it  up,  an*  cheer  it  up,  and  then 

come  home. 


18       SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

We're  going  to  take  a  little  chance,' 

We're  going  to  France! 

We're  going  to  try  a  little  run, 

To  get  our  duty  done, 
,  To  have  a  little  fun. 

^We  mean  to  clear  it  up,  and  cheer  it  up,~and  then 
come  home. 

On  our  way  across  the  ocean,  if  we  chance  on  sub* 

marines, 

We'll  take  the  opportunity  to  fill  'em  up  with  beans, 
Or  if  we  see  a  flier,  we  will  catch  it  on  the  fly 
By  putting  salt  upon  its  tail,  as  it  goes  flying  by. 
So  we  must  go  away, 
We're  off  for  France  to-day. 

We're  off  for  France  to  take  a  chance  for  the  U.  S.  A* 
We're  going  to  take  a  little  chance, 
We're  going  to  France! 
We're  going  to  try  a  little  run, 
To  get  our  duty  done, 
To  have  a  little  fun. 
We  mean  to  clear  it  up,  an'  cheer  it  up,  and  then 

come  home. 

(Copyright,  1917,  by  Daniel  Gregory  Mason;  all  rights  reserved.) 

12.  JOAN  OF  ARC. 

'Joan  of  Arc,  Joan  of  Arc, 

Do  your  eyes,  from  the  skies,  see  the  foe? 

Don't  you  see  the  drooping  Fleur-de-lis? 
,    Can't  you  hear  the  tears  of  Normandy? 
Joan  of  Arc,  Joan  of  Arc, 
Let  your  spirit  guide  us  through, 

Come  lead  your  France  to  victory, 
Joan  of  Arc,  they  are  calling  you. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Waterson,  Berlin  &  Snyder.) 


SOKGS  01'  THE  SOLDIElt*  AND  SAILOBS.       19 


13.  THE  HOME  ROAD. 

(E  flat.) 

Sing  a  hymn  of  Freedom ; 

Fling  the  banner  high; 
Sing  the  Songs  of  Liberty — 

Song's  that  shall  not  die. 
For  t4  the  long,  long  road  to  Tipperary  " 
Is  the  road  that  leads  me  home — 

O'er  hills  and  phi  ins, 

By  lakes  and  lanes, 
My  Woodlands!     My  Cornfields! 
My  Country  I     My  Home  ! 

In  the  quiet  hours 

Of  the  starry  night, 
Dream  the  dreams  of  Far-away — 

Home  fires  burning  bright. 
For  "the  >3ng,  Jong  road  to  Tipperary" 
Is  the  road  that  leads  me  home — 

O'er  hills  and  plains, 

BY  lakes  and  lam 
My  Woodlands!     My  Cornfields! 
My  Country  !     My  Home ! 

(Copyright.  1917.  by  G.  Sciiirmer.) 


20      SONGS  OP  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 


14.  THERE'S  A  LONG,  LONG  TRAIL. 
(A  flat.) 

Nights  are  growing  very  lonely. 

Days  are  very  long ; 
I'm  a-growing  weary  only 
i     Listening  for  your  song. 
Old  remembrances  are  thronging 
>    Through  my  memory, 
Till  it  seems  the  world  is  full  of  dreams 

Just  to  call  you  back  to  me. 

There's  a  long,  long  trail  a-winding 

Into  the  land  of  my  dreams, 
Where  the  nightingales  are  singing 

And  the  white  moon  beams : 
There's  a  long,  long  night  of  waiting 

Until  my  dreams  all  come  true, 
Till  the  day  when  I'll  be  going  down 

That  long,  long  trail  with  you. 

(Used  by  permission  of  M.Witmark  &  Sons,  publishers  and  owners  of  the  copy- 
right.) 


SOZ*£S  Or  THE  SOIBISKS  AI^B  SAILOES.      21 
15.  KEEP  THE  HOME  FIRES  BURNING. 

(G.) 

They  wore  .summoned  from  the  hillside, 

They  were  called  in  from  the  glen, 
And  the  Country  found  them  ready 

At  the  stirring  call  for  men. 
Let  no  tears  add  to  their  hardship, 

As  the  .soldiers  pass  i\: 
And  although  your  heart  is  breaking, 
Make  it  sing  this  cheery  song. 
Keep  the  Home  fires  burning, 
While  your  hearts  are  yearning. 
Though  your  lads  are  far  away 
They  dream  of  Home; 
There's  a  silver  lining 
Through  the  dark  cloud  shining 
Turn  the  dark  cloud  inside  out, 
Till  the  boys  come  Home. 

(Copyright,  1915,  by  Ascberberg,  Hopwood  &  Crews,  Ltd.,  and  published  by 
sp^ei  al  arrangement  with  Chap  pell  &  Co.  .Ltd.,  41  liast  Thirty-fourth  Street. 
New  York  City.) 

.16.  PACK  UP  YOUR  TROUBLES  IN  YOUR  OLD  KIT-BAG. 


Pack  up  your  troubles  in  your  old  kit-bag, 

And  smile,  smile,  smile  ; 
While  you've  a  lucifer  to  light  your  fag, 

Smile,  boys  —  that's  the  style. 
What's  the  use  of  worrying? 

It  never  was  worth  while,  so 
Pack  up  your  troubles  in  your  old  kit-bag, 

And  smile,  smile,  smile  ! 

(Copyright,  1915,  in  all  countries  by  Francis,  Day  &  Hunter,  and  published  by 
special  arrangement  with  T.  B.  Harm?,  Fra^ri?.  Dey  &  Hunter,  r.nd  Chappdi 
&  Co.  Ltd.,  41  East  Thirty-fourth  Street,  New  York  City.) 


£2       SONGS  OP  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

17.  WHEN  THE  GREAT  RED  DAWN  IS  SHINING. 

(B  flat.) 

Tho'  I  am  far  across  the  ocean  blue, 

Each  lonely  hour  my  heart  remembers  you; 

Each  tender  look,  each  word  I  used  to  know,, 

Comes  back  to,  back  to  me, 
From  out  the  long  ago. 

When  the  great  red  dawn  is  shining, 

When  the  waiting  hours  are  past, 
When  the  tears  of  night  are  ended 

And  I  see  the  day  at  last, 
I  shall  come  down  the  road  of  sunshine, 

To  a  heart  that  is  fond  and  true, 
When  the  great  red  dawn  is  shining, 

Back  to  home,  back  to  love,  and  you. 

(Copyright.  1917,  by  J.  B.  Cramer  &  Co.,  Ltd.,  and  published  by  special  arranxt* 
ment  with  Chappell  &  Co.,  Ltd.,  New  York  City.) 

18.  OVER  THERE. 

(B  flat.) 

Over  there,  over  there, 

Send  the  word,  send  the  word  over  there, 

That  the  Yanks  are  coming,  the  Yanks  are  coming, 
The  drums  rum  turaming  everywhere. 
So  prepare,  say  a  prayer, 
Send  the  word,  send  the  word  to  beware, 

We'll  be  over,  we're  coining  over, 
And  we  won't  come  back  till  .it's  over,  over  there. 

(Used  by  permission  of  William  Jerome  Publishing  Corporation.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOBS.       23 

M.  I  MAY  BE  GONE  FOR  A  LONG,  LONG  TIME. 

I  may  be  gone  for  a  long,  long  time, 
Long,  long  time ;  long,  long  time ; 
But  when  I  go 
You  will  know 

That  I'll  always  pine 

For  the  day  when  you'll  be  mine. 
Be  true  to  me  for  a  long,  long  time, 
Rain  or  shine,  sweetheart  mine, 

And  I'll  be  just  as  true  to  you 

As  to  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue, 
Though  I'm  gone  for  a  long,  long  time. 

(Copyright,  1917,  by  Broadway  Music  Corporation,  Will  Von  Tilzer,   president. 

145  West  Forty-filth  Street,  New  York  City.) 

20.  SEND  ME  A  CURL. 

There's  a  corner  in  my  heart 
That  I'm  keeping  all  apart 

For  the  little  girl  I  left  behind. 
I  can  see  her  waiting  there 
With  the  flowers  in  her  hair 

And  the  roses  in  her  cheeks  entwined? 
So  when  you're  thinking  of  me  over  yonder, 
When  you  wonder  what  I  want  to  wear, 
Send  a  pretty  little  curl 
From  the  sweetest  little  girl  in  my  home  town. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Huntzinger  &  Dilworth,  publishers.) 

21.  THE  STAMMERING  SONG. 

K-K-K-Katy,  beautiful  Katy, 

You're  the  only  g-g-g-girl  that  I  adore ; 

When  the  m-m-m-moon  shines  over  the  c-c-c-cow  shed, 
I'll  be  waiting  at  the  k-k-k-kitchen  door. 


24      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS, " 
22.  GOING  BACK  H-O-M-E. 

Going  back,  going  back, 

Going  back  h-o-m-e. 
Going  back,  going  back, 

From  the  lands  across  the  sea. 
Going  back,  going  back, 

When  we've  made  the  whole  world  free ; 
We'll  clear  the  track  till  we  get  back, 

Going  back  h-o-in-e. 

(Copyrighted  by  The  John  Church  Co..  1917.) 

23.  I'LL  WED  THE  GIRL  I  LEFT  BEHIND. 

I  can  picture  to-night  by  the  dim,  candle  light 

The  girl  I  left  behind. 
I  can  see  her  once  more  by  the  old  cabin  door, 

Watching  with  love  divine. 
Oh,  I  gave  her  the  ring  and  I  promised  to  bring, 

Bring  the  parson  back  and  make  her  mine, 
So  I'm  going  right  back,  hang  my  hat  on  the  rack* 

Ana  wed  the  girl  I  left  behind. 

(Used  by  permission  of  M.  Witmark  &  Sens,  publishers  aad  owners  of  the  copy- 
right.; 

24.  I  DON'T  CARE  WHERE  THEY  SEND  ME. 

Oh,  I  don't  care  where  they  send  me, 

Or  what  it  is  I  have  to  do ; 
And  I  don't  care  what  may  happen 

Or  where  I  am  when  I  get  thru ; 
But  I  do  care  for  you,  Dearie, 

With  your  dreaming  eyes  of  blue; 
So  while  I'm  fighting  over  here, 

My  heart  is  home  with  you. 

(Used  by  permission  of  T.  B.  Harms  &  Francis,  Day  &  Hunter.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       25 

25.  INDIANA. 

(G.) 

I  have  always  been  a  wand'rer, 

Over  land  and  sea, 
yet  a  moon-beam  on  the  water 
Casts  a  spell  o'er  me, 
A  vision  fair  I  see, 
Again  I  seem  to  be : 
Back  home  again  in  Indiana, 
And  it  seems  that  I  can  see 
The   gleaming   candle   light    still   shining   bright 

Through  the  sycamores  for  me. 
The  new-mown  hay  sends  all  its  fragrance 

From  the  fields  I  used  to  roam ; 
When  I  dream  about  the  moonlight  on  the  Wabash, 
Then  I  long  for  my  Indiana  home. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Shapiro.  Bernstein  &  Co.) 


26.  WHEN  JOHNNY  COMES  MARCHING  HOME. 

(Gr  minor.) 

When  Johnny  comes  marching  home  again,  hurrah, 

hurrah ! 
We'll    give    him    a    hearty    welcome    then,    hurrah, 

hurrah ! 

The  men  will  cheer,   and  the  boys  will  shout, 
And  the  ladies,  they  will  all  turn  out, 
And  \ve'll  all  feel  gay,  when  Johnny  comes  marching 
home. 


26      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOK3. 


27.  LI'L  LIZA  JANE. 

I'se  got  a  gal  and  you  got  none,  Li'l  Liza  Jane, 
I'se  got  a  gal  and  you  got  none,  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 

Ohe,  Li'l  Liza  Jane 

One,  Liza,  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 

Come  nay  love  and  naarry  me,  Li'l  Liza  Jane, 
I  will  take  good  care  of  thse,  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 

Liza  Jane  done  conie  to  me,  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 
Both  as  happy  as  can  be,  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 

House  and  lot  in  Baltinio',  Li'l  Liza  Jane, 
Lots  of  Chilians  roun'  de  do',  Li'l  Liza  Jane. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Sherman,  Clay  &  Co.) 

28.  LOOKOUT  MOUNTAIN. 

(B  flat.) 

There's  a  girl  I  love  who  waits  on  Lookout  Mountain, 

with  a  mountain  of  love  for  me ; 
On  the  winding  path  where  first  we  found  each  % 

other,  that  is  where  I  long  to  be ; 
She  is  sweeter  than  the  songs  the  birds  are  singing, 

back  home  in  Tennessee, 
There's  a  girl  I  love  who  waits  on  Lookout  Mountain, 

with  a  mountain  of  love  for  me. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Shapiro,  Bernstein  &  Co,) 


SONGS  OE  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       27 
29.  MOTHER  MACHREE. 


There's  a  spot  in  my  heart  which  no  colleen  may  own  ; 
There's  a  depth  in  my  soul  never  sounded  or  known. 
There's  a  place  in  my  mem'ry,  my  life,  that  you  fill, 
No  other  can  take  it,  no  one  ever  will. 

Sure,  I  love  the  dear  silver  that  shines  in  your  hair, 
And  the  brow  that's  all  furrowed  and  wrinkled  with 

care. 

I  kiss  the  dear  fingers  so  toil-worn  for  me, 
Oh  !  God  bless  you  and  keep  you,  Mother  Machree. 

(Used  by  permission  of  M.  Witmark  &  Sons,  publishers  and  owners  of  the  copy- 
.  right.) 

30.  A  PERFECT  DAY. 

(A  flat.) 

[When  you  come  to  the  end  of  a  perfect  day, 

And  you  sit  alone  with  your  thought, 
While  the  chimes  ring  out  with  a  carol  gay, 

For  the  joy  that  the  day  has  brought. 
Do  you  think  what  the  end  of  a  perfect  day 

Can  mean  to  a  tired  heart, 
.When  the  sun  goes  down  with  a  flaming  ray 

And  the  dear  friends  have  to  part? 

Well,  this  is  the  end  of  a  perfect  day, 

Near  the  end  of  a  journey,  too  ; 
But  it  leaves  a  thought  that  is  big  and  strong 

With  a  wish  that  is  kind  and  true. 
For  mem'ry  has  painted  this  perfect  day 

With  colors  that  never  fade, 
And  we  find  at  the  end  of  a  perfect  clay 

The  soul  of  a  friend  we've  made. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Carrie  Jacobs  Bond  &  Sons,  publishers.) 


28       SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

31.  THE  SUNSHINE  OF  YOUR  SMILE. 

(E  flat.) 

Dear  face,  that  holds  so  sweet  a  smile  for  me, 
Were  you  not  mine,  how  dark  the  world  would  be ! 
I  know  no  light  above  that  ^ould  replace 
Love's  radiant  sunshine  in  your  dear,  dear  face. 

Give  me  your  smile,  the  lovelight  in  your  eyes, 
Life  could  not  hold  a  fairer  paradise. 
Give  me  the  right  to  love  you  all  the  while 
My  world  forever,  the  sunshine  of  your  smile* 

(Used  by  permission  of  T.  B.  Harms  &  Francis,  Day  &  Hunter.) 


82.  MY  HERO. 


Come  !  Come  !  I  love  you  only, 

My  heart  is  true, 
Come  !  Come  !  my  life  is  lonely, 

I  long  for  you, 

Come  !  Come  !     Naught  can  efface  you, 
My   arms   are  aching  now  to  embrace  you, 

Thou  art  divine  ! 
Come  !  Come  !     I  love  you  only, 

Come,  hero  mine. 

CUsed  by  permission  of  Jerome  II.  Remick  &  Co.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOES.       29 

33.  "YAAKA  HULA." 

(A  flat.) 

I'm  coining  back  to  you,  my  Hula  Lu. 
Beside  the  sea  at  Waikiki  I'll  wait  for  you ; 
And  once  again  you'll  sway  my  heart  away 
With  your  Yaaka  Hula,  Hickey  Dula  tune. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Waterson,  Berlin  <fc  Snyder.) 

34.  "ALOHA  OE." 

(A  flat.) 

Aloha  Oe,  farwell  to  thee, 

Thou  charming  one  who  dwells  among  the  bowers; 

One  fond  embrace  before  I  now  depart 

Until  we  meet  again. 

(Used  by  permission  of  The  John  Franklin  Music  Co.,  Nevr  York.) 

NOTE. — These   two   songs  are  to  be  sung   simultaneously 
as  a  vocal  combat. 

35.  TULIP   AND    ROSE. 

(B  flat.) 

JVhen  you  wore  a  tulip,  a  sweet  yellow  tulip, 

And  I  wore  a  big  red  rose; 

iWlien  you  caressed  me,  it  was  then  Heaven  blessed 
me — 

What  a  blessing,  no  one  knows. 
You  made  life  cheery  when  you  called  me  "  dearie  " ; 

'^Twas  down  where  the  blue  grass  grows ; 
Tour  lips  were  sweeter  than  julep  when  you  wore  a 

tulip 
•    And  I  wore  a  big  red  rose. 

(Used  by  permission  of  Leo  Feist,  owners  of  copyright.) 


80      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEBS  AND  SAILORS. 


SI.  THEY  MADE  IT  TWICE  AS  NICE  AS  PARADISE  AND 
THEY  CALLED  IT  DIXIELAND. 

(A  PARODY.) 

We're  mighty  proud  that  we  are  southern, 

And  mighty  glad  we  are  to  know 
That  our  fathers  always  did  their  part 

In  the  days  of  long  ago; 
And  now  when  world-wide  war  clouds  gather 

O'er  the  land  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
Keep  your  "  eagle  "  eye  on  Dixie, 

And  I'll  tell  you  what  you're  bound  to  see: 
When  the  bugle  sounds  the  call  to  arms, 

They  will  hear  from  Dixieland, 
From  all  the  offices  and  stores  and  farms, 

They  will  come  from  Dixieland. 
You  can  take  this  tip  from  me, 
That  the  soul  of  "  Sixty-three," 
Will  never  be  forgotten  in  the  land  of  cotton, 
By  the  sons  of  the  men  of  Lee ; 
And  you  will  see  us  rebels  inarching  forth, 

Arm  in  arm  and  breast  to  breast, 
With  all  the  gallant  sons  of  the  Yankee  North, 

And  those  from  the  East  and  West ; 
For  we  are  hard  to  stop,  and  we're  quick  to 

start, 
When  glory  joins  with  duty  in  the  Southern 

heart, 

Let  anyone  get  gay  with  the  U.  S.  A. 
And  the  South  will  do  her  part. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       31 

37.  GOOD  MORNING,  MR.  ZIP-ZIP-ZIP. 

Fort  Niagara  song. 

Good  morning,  Mr.  Zip-Zip-Zip, 

With  your  hair  cut  just  as  short  as  mine, 

Good  moving,  Mr.  Zip-Zip-Zip, 
You're  surely  looking  fine. 

Ashes  to  ashes  and  dust  to  dust, 

If  the  Camels  don't  set  you,  the  Fatimas  must; 

Good  morning,  Mr.  Zip-Zip-Zip, 

With  your  hair  cut  just  as  short  as, 

Your  hair  cut  just  as  short  as, 
Hair  cut  just  as  short  as  mine. 

38.  WORDS  TO  THE  ARMY  TRUMPET  CALLS. 

(A  flat.) 

BEYEILLE. 

I  can't  get  'em  up,  I  can't  get  'em  up, 
I  can't  get  'em  up  in  the  morning; 
I  can't  get  'em  up,  I  can't  get  'em  up,  I  can't  get  'em  up 
at  all. 

Corp'rals  worse  than  the  privates ; 

Sergeants  worse  than  the  corporals; 

Lieutenants  worse  than  the  sergeants, 

An'  the  capt'ns  worst  of  all. 

Chorus:  I  can't  get  'em  up,  I  can't  get  'em  up,  etc. 

MESS   CALL. 

Soup-y,  soup-y,  without  a  single  bean : 
Pork-y,  pork-y,  pork,  without  a  streak  of  lean ; 
Coffee,   coffee,    coffee,    without   any    cream,    (or,    the 
weakest  ever  seen.1 


32      SONGS  OP  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

SICK  CALL. 

Come  and  get  your  quinine,  come  and  get  your  pills. 
Oh!  come  and  get  your  quinine,  come  and  get  youf 
pills. 

STABLE  CALL. 

Come  all  who  are  able  and  go  to  the  stable, 
And  water  your  horses  and  give  'em  some  corn; 

For  if  you  don't  do  it,  the  Col'nel  will  know  it, 
And  then  you  will  rue  it,  sure  as  you're  bora» 

TAPS. 

Fading  light 
Dims  the  sight, 

And  a  star  gems  the  sky,. 
Gleaming  bright, 

From  afar  drawing  night 
Falls  the  night. 

Dear  one.  rest! 
In  the  west 

Sable  night 
Lulls  the  day  on  her  breast, 

Sweet,  goodnight! 
Now  away 
To  thy  rest. 

Love,  sweet  dreams ! 
Lo,  the  beams 

Of  the  light 
Fairy  moon  kiss  the  streams, 

Love,  good  night ! 
Ah,  so  soon ! 
Peaceful  dreams ! 

(Used  by  permission  of  Pennsylvania  Military  College.) 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.      33 

39.  NANCY  LEE. 

(E  flat.) 

Of  all  the  wives  as  e'er  you  know, 

Yeo-ho !  lads,  lio ;  yeo-ho  !  yeo-ho ! 
There's  none  like  Nancy  Lee,  I  trow, 

Yeo-ho!  lads,  ho!  yeo-ho! 
See  there  she  stands  and  waves  her  hands  upon  the 

quay, 

An'  ev'ry  day  when  I'm  away  she'll  watch  for  me 
An'  whisper  low,  when  tempests  blow,  for  Jack  at  sea. 
Yeo-ho  !  lads,  ho  !  yeo-ho  ! 
The  sailor's  wife  the  sailor's  star  shall  be, 
Yeo-ho !  we  go  across  the  sea ; 
The  sailor's  wife  the  sailor's  star  shall  be, 
The  sailor's  wife  his  star  shall  be. 

The  harbor's  past,  the  breezes  blow, 

Yeo-ho  !  lads,  ho ;  yeo-ho !  yeo-ho ! 
'Tis  long  ere  we  come  back,  I  know, 

Yeo-ho  !  lads,  ho !  yeo-ho  ! 
But  true  and  bright,  from  morn  till  night,  my  home 

will  be, 

An'  all  so  neat  an'  snug  an'  sweet  for  Jack  at  sea, 
An'  Nancy's  face  to  bless  the  place  an'  welcome  me ; 

Yeo-ho !  lads,  ho !  yeo-ho  ! 

The  bos'n  pipes  the  watch  below, 

Yeo-ho !  lads,  ho  !  yeo-ho  !  yeo-ho ! 
Then  here's  a  health  before  we  go, 

Yeo-ho  !  lads,  ho  !  yeo-ho  ! 

A  long,  long  life  to  my  sweet  wife  and  mates  at  sea ; 
An'  keep  our  bones  from  Davy  Jones  where'er  we  be ; 
An'  may  you  meet  a  mate  as  sweet  as  Nancy  Lee ; 

Yeo-ho  !  lads,  ho  !  yeo-ho ! 


34      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

40.  OUT  ON  THE  DEEP. 

(A  flat.) 

Out  on  the  deep,  when  the  sun  is  low, 

And  the  sea  with  splendor  burns, 
With  his  scaly  spoil,  from  his  evening  toil, 

The  fisher  homeward  turns ; 
And  his  oars  flash  bright  in  the  ocean  light, 

And  he  knows  that  eyes  on  shore 
Look  out  on  the  deep  for  his  bright  oar  sweep, 

And  he  sings  as  he  swings  his  oar: 
"A  long  sweep,  lads,  and  a  strong  sweep,  boys^ ' 

And  a  song  as  along  we  go, 
For  the  hearts  that  yearn  for  our  home  return, 

When  the  evening  sun  is  low, 
'•     When  the  evening  sun  is  low." 

Out  on  the  deep,  when  the  sun  is  dead, 

And  the  first  sweet  star  doth  gleam, 
Of  a  day  that  is  dead,  and  a  love  that  is  fled, 

The  fisher  oft  will  dream; 
And  he  thinks,  tho'  far,  like  that  first  bright  star, 

She  is  still  beside  as  of  yore, 
And  his  oars  gleam  bright  in  its  sweet  pale  lightt 

And  he  sighs  as  he  plies  his  oar : 
"A  slow  sweep,  lads,  and  a  low  sweep,  boys, 

And  a  song  as  along  we  go, 
For  the  hearts  of  Love  that  is  bright  above, 

And  its  gleam  in  the  wave  below, 

And  its  gleam  in  the  wave  below," 


SOliGS  OF  THE  SOLriEES  AND  SAILOKS.       35 


41.  A  LIFE  ON  THE  OCEAN  WAVE. 


A  life  on  the  ocean  wave  ! 

*    A  home  on  the  rolling  de?p  ! 

Where  the  scatter'd  waters  rave, 

And  the  winds  their  revels  keep. 
Like  an  eagle  caged  I  pine 
1     On  this  dull,  unchanging  shore, 
.Oh,  give  me  the  flashing  brine, 

The  spray  and  the  tempest's  roar! 

A  life  on  the  ocean  wave  ! 

A  home  on  the  rolling  deep! 
iWhere  the  scatter'd  waters  rave, 
And  the  winds  their  revels  keep 
The  winds,  the  winds,  the  winds  their  revels 

keep! 

The  winds,   the   winds,   the  winds   their   revels 
keep! 


36      SONGS  OE  TEE  SOLDIEES  AND  SAILQB& 


42.  SAILING. 

(0.) 

The  sailor's  life  is  bold  and  free, 

His  home  is  on  the  rolling  sea  ; 

And  never  heart  more  true  or  brave 

Than  he  who  launches  on  the  wave; 

Afar  he  speeds  in  distant  climes  to  roam, 

With  jocund  song  he  rides  the  sparkling  foam. 

Then  here's  to  the  sailor  and  here's  to  the  hearts 

so  true 

Who  will  think  of  him  upon  the  waters  blue! 
Sailing,   sailing  over  the  bounding  main 
For  many   a   stormy  wind  shall   blow  ere   Jack 

comes  home  again. 

Sailing,   sailing  over  the  bounding  main 
For  many  a  stormy  wind  shall  blow  ere  Jack 

comes1  home  again. 


gGNGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEES  AND  SAILORS.       37 


43.  THE  GIRL  I  LEFT  BEHIND  ME. 


I'm  lonesome  since  I  crossed  the  hills, 

And  o'er  the  moor  and  valley, 
Such  heaviness  my  bosom  fills, 

Since  parting  with  my  Sally. 
I  seek  for  one  as  fair  and  gay, 

But  find  none  to  remind  me, 
How  blest  the  hours  passed  away 

With  the  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

The  hour  I  do  remember  well, 

When  first  she  owned  she  loved  me; 
A  pain  within  my  breast  doth  tell 

How  constant  I  have  proved  me; 
But  now  I'm  on  the  ocean  blue, 

Kind  Heaven,  then,  pray  guide  rneg 
And  send  me  home  safe  back  again, 

To  the  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

My  mind  her  image  must  retain, 

Asleep  or  sadly  waking, 
I  long  to  see  my  love  again. 

For  her  my  heart  is  breaking; 
Whene'er  my  steps  return  that  way 

Still  faithful  she  shall  find  me, 
And  never  more  again  I'll  stray 

From  the  girl  I  left  behind  me. 


38      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOKS. 


44.  PULL  AWAY. 

<GF.) 

Pull  away,  pull  away,  pull  away,  brave  boys, 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  the  victory's  ours; 
Pull  away,  pull  away  to  the  distant  mark, 
To  the  prize,  our  bonny  bark. 
Pull    away,    pull    away,    'mid    the    waters    foaming, 

sparkling,  dashing  all  around ; 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  'mid  the  wild  confusion  onward 

to  the  wished-for  bound. 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  pull  away,  brave  boys, 
Pull  away,  pull  away,  the  victory's  ours; 
Pull  away,  pull  away  to  the  distant  markt 
To  the  prize,  our  bonny  bark, 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.      SO 

45.  THREE  FISHERS  WENT  SAILING. 

(C.) 

Three  fishers  went  sailing  out  into  the  west, 

Out  into  the  west,  as  the  sun  went  down. 
Each  thought  of  the  woman  who  loved  him  the  best, 
And  the  children  stood  watching  them  out  of  the 

town : 

For  men  must  work,  and  women  must  weep, 
And  there's  a  little  to  earn,  and  many  to  keep, 
Tho'  the  harbor  bar  be  moaning. 

Three  wives,  they  sat  up  in  the  lighthouse  tow'r, 

And  trimmed  their  lamps  as  the  sun  went  down. 
They  looked  at  the  squall,  and  they  looked  at  the 

show'r. 
And  the  night  rack  came  rolling  up  rugged  and 

brown ! 

But  men  must  work,  and  women  must  weep, 
Tho'  storms  be  sudden  and  waters  be  deep, 
And  the  harbor  bar  be  moaning. 

Three  corpses  lay  out  on  the  shining  sands, 
In  the  morning  gleam  as  the  tide  went  down, 

And  the  women  are  weeping  and  wringing  their  hands 
For  those  who  will  never  come  back  to  the  town : 

For  men  must  work,  and  women  must  weep, 

And  the  sooner  it's  over,  the  sooner  to  sleep, 
And  good-by  to  the  bar  and  its  moaning. 


40       SONGS  03?  THE  EOLBIEHS  AND  SAILOES. 

46.  THE  OLD  OAKEN  BUCKET. 

(A  flat.) 

How  clear  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, 
When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view ! 

The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep  tangled  wild  wood, 
And  every  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  ki: 

The  wide  spreading  pond  and  the  mill  that  stood  by  it, 
The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  i'ell ; 
The  cot  of  iny  father,  the  dairy  house  nigh  it, 
And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in  tha  well. 

47.  OLD  FOLKS  AT  HOME. 

(E  flat.) 

Way  down  upon  the  Swance  River,  far,  far  away, 

There's  where  my  heart  is  turning  ever, 
There's  where  the  old  folk's  stay. 
All  up  and  down  the  whole  creation,  sadly  I  roam, 

Still  longing  for  the  old  plantation 
And  for  the  old  folks  at  home. 

All  the  world  am  sad  and  dreary,  everywhere  I 

roam 

Oh,  darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  the  old  folks  at  home. 

All  around  the  little  farm  I  wandered,  when  I  was 

young ; 
Then   many  days  I  squandered,   many   the   songs   I 

sung. 

When  I  was  playing  with  my  brother,  happy  was  I. 
Oh  !  take  me  to  iny  kind  old  mother,  there  let  me  live 

and  die. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       41 
48.  OLD  BLACK  JOE. 

(E  flat.) 

Gone  are  the  days  when  my  heart  was  young  and  gay  ; 
Gone  are  niy  friends  from  the  cotton  lields  away  ; 
Gone  from  the  earth  to  a  better  land  I  know, 
J  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 
I'm  coming,  I'm  coming,  for  my  head  is  bending 

low. 

I  hear  those  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black 
Joe." 

Why  do  I  weep  when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain  I 
Why  do  I  sigh  that  my  friends  come  not  again? 
Grieving  for  forms  now  departed  long  ago, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "  Old  Black  Joe." 

49.  OLD  KENTUCKY  HOME. 


The  sun  shines  bright  in  my  old  Kentucky  home, 

"Tis  summer,  the  darkies  are  gay  ; 
The  corntop's  ripe  and  the  meadows  in  the  bloom, 

While  the  birds  make  music  all  the  day. 
Ths  young  folks  roll  on  the  little  cabin  floor, 

All  merry,  all  happy  and  bright; 
Bye  and  bye  "  Hard  Times  "  comes  a-knocking  at  the 

door, 
Then  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good  night. 

Weep  no  more,  my  lady,  oh,  weep  no  more  to-day. 
We  will   sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky 

home, 
For  the  old  Kentucky  home,  far  away. 


42      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AHD  SAILOES. 

50.  DIXIE. 

(0.) 

I  wish  I  was  in  de  land  ob  cotton, 
Old  times  dar  am  not  forgotten. 

Look  away  !    Look  away  !    Look  away,  Dixie  Land  ! 
In  Dixie  Land  whar  I  was  born  in, 
Early  on  one  frosty  mornin', 

Look  away  !    Look  away  !    Look  away,  Dixie  Land* 
Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  hooray!     Hooray! 
In  Dixie  Land  I'll  take  my  stand 
To  lib  and  die  in  Dixie  ; 
Away,  away,  away  down  South  in  Dixie, 
Away,  away,  away  clown  South  in  Dixie. 

51.  ANNIE  LAURIE. 


Maxwelton's  braes  are  bonnie, 

Where  early  fa's  the  dew, 
And  it's  there  that  Annie  Laurie 
Gave  me  her  promise  true. 
Gave  me  her  promise  true, 
Which  ne'er  forgot  will  be, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie 
I'd  lay  me  doon  and  dee. 

Her  brow  is  like  the  snaw-drift, 

Her  throat  is  like  the  swan, 
Her  face  it  is  the  fairest 
That  e'r  the  sun  shown  on. 
That  e'r  the  sun  "shown'  on,       « 
And  dark  blue  is  her  e'e,          / 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 
I'd  lay  me  doon  and  dee. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.      43 
52.  AULD  LANG  SYNE. 


Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  never  brought  to  mind? 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  days  of  auld  lang  syne? 

For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne ; 
>Wli  tak'  a  cup  of  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  sported  i'  the  burn 

Frae  mornin'  sun  till  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roared, 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

And  here's  a  hand,  rny  trusty  frien'ft 

And  gie's  a  hand  o'  thine ; 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

53.  LOVE'S  OLD  SWEET  SONG. 

(F) 

Once  in  the  dear  dead  days  beyond  recall, 
When  on  the  worlds  the  mists  began,  to  fall, 
Out  of  the  dreams  that  rose  in  happy  throng,. 
Low  to  our  hearts  love  sang  an  old,  sweet  song. 
And  in  the  dusk,  where  fell  the  twilight's  gleam, 
Softly  it  wove  itself  into  our  dream. 

Just  a  song  at  twilight,  when  the  lights  are  low, 
And  the  flickering  shadows  softly  come  and  go. 
Tho'  the  heart  be  weary,  sad  the  day  and  long, 
Still  to  us  at  twilight  comes  love's  old  sweet  song, 
Comes  love's  old  sweet  song. 


14      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

54.  CARRY  ME  BACK  TO  OLD  VIRGINNY. 

(A  flat.) 

Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 
There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and  tatoes 

grow, 

There's  where  the  birds  warble  sweet  in  the  spring- 
time, 
There's  where  the  old  darkey's  heart  has  long'd  to 

go. 

There's  where  I  labored  so  hard  for  old  Massa 
'      Day  after  day  in  the  fields  of  yellow  corn. 
Ko  place  on  earth  do  I  love  more  sincerely 

Than  old  Virginny,  the  State  where  I  was  born. 
Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 
There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and 

tatoes  grow. 
There's   where   the   birds   warble   sweet   In   the 

springtime, 

There's  where  the  old  darkey's  heart  has  long'd 
to  go. 

(Copyright,  1917,  Oliver  DitsonCo.) 

55.  SILVER  THREADS  AMONG  THE  GOLD. 

(B  flat.) 

Darling,  I  am  growing  old ; 
Silver  threads  among  the  gold 
Shine  upon  my  brow  to-day, 
Life  is  fading  fast  away ; 
But  my  darling  you  will  be,  will  be, 
Always1  young  and  fair  to  me ; 
Yes,  my  darling,  you  will  be 
Always  young  and  fair  to  me, 

Darling,  I  am  growing,  growing  old, 

Silver  threads  among  the  gold. 

Shine  upon  my  brow  to-day, 

Life  is  fading  fast  away. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.      45 
56.  HOW  CAN  I  LEAVE  THEE. 

(B  flat.) 
How  can  I  leave  thee, 

How  can  I  from  thee  part? 

Thou  only  hast  iny  heart, 
Dear  one,  believe. 

Thou  hast  this  soul  of  mine 

So  closely  bound  to  thine, 
No  other  can  I  love, 
Save  thee  alone. 

57.  SWEET  GENEVIEVE. 
(P.) 

O,  Genevieve,  I'd  give  the  world 

To  live  again  the  lovely  past ! 
The  rose  of  youth  was  dew  im-pearled; 

But  now  it  withers  in  the  blast. 
I  see  thy  face  in  every  dream 

My  waking  thoughts  are  full  of  thee; 
Thy  glance  is  in  the  starry  beam 

That  falls  along  the  summer  sea. 
O  Genevieve,  sweet  Genevieve, 

The  days  may  come,  the  days  may  go, 
But  still  the  hands  of  menrry  weave 

The  blissful  dreams  of  long  ago. 
Fair  Genevieve,  my  early  love, 

The  years  but  make  thee  dearer  far ! 
My  heart  shall  never,  never  rove; 

Thou  art  my  only  guiding  star. 
For  me  the  past  has  no  regret, 

Whatever  the  years  may  bring  to  me; 
I  bless  the  hour  when  first  we  met, 

The  hour  that  gave  me  love  and  thee! 

(Used  by  permission  of  William  A.  Pond  &  Co.) 


46      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOES. 
58.  SOLDIER'S  FAREWELL. 

(B  flat.) 

How  can  I  bear  to  leave  thee? 

One  parting  kiss  I  give  thee ; 

And  then,  whate'er  befalls  me, 

I  go  where  honor  calls  me, 

Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love, 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 

59.  NEARER,  MY   GOD,  TO   THEE. 

(A  fist.) 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  nearer  to  Thee; 

E'en  tho'  it  be  a  cross  that  raiseth  me. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be,  nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  nearer  to  Thee. 

Tho'  like  a  wanderer,  the  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me,  my  rest  a  stone ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be  nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  nearer  to  Thee. 

60.  ABIDE  WITH  ME. 

(E  flat.) 

Abide  with  me.;  fast  falls  the  eventide ; 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me  abide. 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me. 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting ;  where,  grave,  thy  victory? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILOKS,       47 

61.  ONWARD,  CHRISTIAN  SOLDIERS. 

(E  flat.) 

'Onward,  Christian  soldiers,  marching  as  to  war, 

With  the  cross  of  Jesus  going  on  before. 

Christ,  the  Royal  Master,  leads  against  the  foe; 

^Forward  into  battle,  see  his  banners  go. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers,  marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus  going  on  before. 

Like  a  mighty  army  moves  the  church  of  God, 
Brothers,  we  are  treading  where  the  saints  have  trod. 
We  are  not  divided,  all  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine,  one  in  charity. 

62.  THE  SON  OF  GOD  GOES  FORTH  TO  WAR. 

(E  flat.) 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war,  a  kingly  crown 

to  gain ; 
Jlis  blood-red  banner  streams  afar;  who  follows  in 

his  train? 
Who   best   can   drink   his   cup   of  woe,   and   triumph 

over  pain. 
Who   patient   bears   his   cross   below — he   follows   in 

His  train. 

A  glorious  band  the  chosen  few,  on  whom  the  spirit 

came : 
Twelve   valiant   saints,   their   hope   they   knew,    and 

mocked  the  cross  and  flarne. 
They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  to  heav'n,  thro'  peril, 

toil  and  pain: 
O  God !  to  us  may  grace  be  giv'n  to  follow  in  their 

train. 


48       SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 
63.  COME,  THOU  ALMIGHTY  KING. 


Come,   Thou  Almighty   King,   help  us  Thy   name   to 

sing; 
Help  us  to  praise,  Father  all  glorious,  o'er  all  vic- 

torious, 
Come  and  reigii  over  us,  Ancient  of  Days. 

Come,   Thou   Incarnate   Word,   gird   on   Thy  mighty 

sword  ;  % 

Come    and    Thy    people    bless,    and    give   Thy    word 

success, 
Spirit  of  holiness,  on  us  descend. 

64.  NOW  THE  DAY  IS  OVER. 

(B  flat.) 

Now  the  day  is  over,  night  is  drawing  nigh; 
Shadows  of  the  evening  steal  across  the  sky. 

Thro'  the  long  night-watches  may  Thy  Angels  spread 
Their  white  wings  above  us,  watching  'round  each  bed, 

65.  HOLY,  HOLY,  HOLY. 

(E  flat.) 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty, 

Karly   in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee. 

Hoi  y,  Holy,  Holy,  merciful  and  mighty, 

God  in  three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity. 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  Almighty, 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy.  name,  in  earth  and 

sky  and  sea. 

Hoi  y,  Holy,  Holy,  merciful  and  mighty  ; 
God  in  three  persons,  blessed  Trinity. 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       49 


66.  RISE,  CROWNED  WITH  LIGHT. 

(E  flat.) 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise; 
Exalt  thy  tow'ring  head  and  lift  thine  eyes ; 
See  heav'n  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn : 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  ev'ry  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

See  barb'rous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend. 

Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend; 

See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  prostrate  kings, 

While  ev'ry  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke  decay, 
Hocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away ; 
But  fixed  His  word.  His  saving  pow'r  remains ; 
Thy  realms  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns. 


60       SONGS  OE  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 
67.  O  GOD,  OUR  HELP  IN  AGES  PAST. 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home ! 

Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure ! 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defense  is  sure. 

Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Be  Thou  our  Guide  while  life  shall  last. 

And  our  eternal  home ! 

68.  HOW  FIRM  A  FOUNDATION. 

(A  flat.) 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  Word ! 
What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath  said — • 
To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have  fled? 

*'  Fear  not,  lam  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dismayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still. give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,   and   cause  thee  to 

stand, 
Upheld  by  My  gracious,  omnipotent  hand/' 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       51 


69.  FAREWELL  TO  THE  WARRIORS. 

CHIPPEWA    WAR     SOXG. 

Poem  by  Frances  Densmore.     Arranged  by  Alberto  Bimbonl. 

Chippewa  words — • 
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Anirnad.jag. 
Wasugidijamln. 

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Come. 

It  is  time  for  you  to  depart. 
We  are  going  a  long  journey. 

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52       SONGS  CF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 


SUGGESTED  SONGS. 

America,  Here's  My  Boy. 

America,  I  Love  Yon. 

Aunt  Dina's  Quilting  Party. 

Ben  Bolt. 

B-i-n-g-o. 

Bluebell. 

By  the  Light  of  the  Silvery  Moon. 

Carolina. 

Casey  Jones. 

Dear  Old  Girl. 

Didn't  He  Ramble. 

Down  by  the  Old  Mill  Stream. 

Down  on  the  Farm. 

Drink  to  Me  Only  with  Thine  Eyes. 

Eveline. 

Good-by,  Broadway.  Hello,  France. 

Good-by,  Good  Luck,  God  Bless  You. 

Good-by,  Little  Girl,  Good-by. 

Good  Night,  Ladies. 

Has  Anybody  Here  Seen  Kelly? 

Honey  Boy. 

Honey,  Dat  I  Love  So  Well. 

'I  Love  You,  California. 

I  Love  a  Lassie.  ^ 

I'm  Afraid  to  Go  Home  in  the  Dark. 

I'm  en  My  Way  to  Manrlalay. 

If  I  Knock  the  "  1  :'  Out  of  Kelly. 

In  the  Good  Old  Summer  ri 

It  Looks  Like  a  Big  Xicrlit  r;"o-:np;ht. 

It  Was  :7nt  Like  That  in  the  OMen  Days. 

I've  lU-vvi  \V'  iking  on  the  Railroad. 


OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AFD  SAILORS.       53 

I've  Got  Rings  on  My  Fingers. 

I  Wish  I  Had  a  Girl. 

Juanita. 

Just  a  Dream  of  You,  Dear. 

Killarney. 

Lincly. 

Little  Annie  Rooney. 

Little  Bit  of  Heaven,  A. 

Little  Grey  Home  in  the  West. 

Loch  Lomond. 

Love  Me  and  the  World  Is  Mine. 

Mandy  Lee. 

Massa's  in  the  Cold,  Cold  Ground. 

Mother. 

My  Bonnie. 

My  Darlins:  Nellie  Gray. 

My  Little  Girl. 

Nellie  was  a  Lady. 

Nobody. 

On  the  Banks  of  the  Wabash. 

One,  Two,  Three,  Four. 

Poor  Butterfly. 

Put  on  Your  Old  Gray  Bonnet. 

Pretty  Baby. 

Rainbow. 

Road  to  Mandalay,  The. 

Rosary,  The. 

School  Days. 

She  Is  My  Daisy. 

Stein  Song. 

Sweet  Adeline. 

Sweet  and  Low. 

Sweet  Rosie  O'Grady. 

Swing  Low,  Sweet  Chariot. 

Tammany. 


54       SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

Tenting  To-night. 

There's  a  Girl  in  the  Heart  of  Maryland, 

There's  a  Quaker  Down  in  Quaker  Town* 

Tipperary. 

Trail  of  the  Lonesome  Pine. 

Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp. 

Waltz  Me  Around  Again,  Willie. 

'Way  Down  Yonder  in  the  Cornfield. 

When  I  Dream  of  Old  Erin. 

Yip-I-Addy-I-Ay. 


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SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEES  AKD 


SONGS  OF  THE  SOLBIEES  AND  SAILORS.       57 


58      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEES  AND  SAILOBS. 


SOHGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEES  ANB  SAILOES. 


60       SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIEHS  AND  SAILOES. 


SOHGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS.       61 


62      SONGS  OF  THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 


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